Wolverine's Daughter Logan Novels & Stories

His lips parted, but no sound came out. “This isn’t possible…” he whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible. Logan frowned, stepping closer. “What does it say?” When Xavier didn’t respond, Logan plucked the paper from his hand, scanning it. His eyes widened in shock, and he let out a low whistle. “Xavier… Zane and Alana are your kids.” “No,” Xavier said immediately, his voice firm but shaky. “They’re not.” Logan glanced at him, torn between pity and disbelief.

Lorelei was trying to quicken my healing process but it was really difficult because even though I was strong, I rarely shifted into my wolf form, unlike other werewolves in my pack. Suddenly, Drayton, the son of my pack Alpha came up to us. It turned out that the werewolves training on the field noticed the noise and came to see what was happening. "What is going on here?" Drayton asked as he watched I and Lucinda. "And what are you doing here Omega?" He said scornfully. "She started it, Drayton," Lucinda said as she burst into fake tears. Drayton's eyes fell on the scratch mark on her cheeks that was already healing up and his eyes darkened.

I scooted closer to the entrance of the cage so that I could hear them well. "How could you lock her up, Logan? She's your mate!" The voice said. "She's not my mate and she'll never be. I'll not let a rogue become the Luna of this park." Logan growled. "What do you mean by that? The moon goddess has a reason for choosing her for you." "What I mean is that I need someone stronger to run this pack with me. She can't even shift into her wolf and I doubt she can even fight and protect herself in times of danger." Logan said.

With a last blurred glance to the door shielding me away from the creature on the other side, I lastly started roaming through the cabinets until I found what I was looking for. A razor blade. Logan I blew out an exhale as I sat down leaning against the bathroom door, my wolf writhing in agony inside of me after what our own soulmate just said to us. She hated us now. She hated us and she was now more afraid than ever. And I didn’t even know if I could ever fix this. I have royally screwed up. I should’ve held myself back harder. I should’ve reined him in with all my strength and not just let him take over so easily and do what he did.

Then he leaned in, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath, close enough that I could smell the pine and earth of him that had once meant safety, and for one treacherous second my body remembered what it had meant to be loved by him. He said two words. "Watch me.” Then he straightened and walked out and the door slammed shut behind him ,the sound echoing in the guest room. I shut my eyes, taking in a deep breath and releasing it. My mind dragging me back to the past as tears rolled down my eyes relentlessly. I was a Lycan's daughter. I had walked away from that name because I had wanted something softer. I had buried it under three years of being a good Luna, a quiet wife, a

Lana said calmly, “only those I permit hear my words. It is your place to disclose it to her, not mine.” She turned and walked toward the door before stopping beside Jade, her face angling slightly back toward me as she continued. “She is not merely one of the daughters of the Slain Luna, she is the Luna of the Crystal Wolf, you are the Crystal Wolf, the one true Alpha.” Xavier sat in silence, watching her lips move without sound reaching him as confusion settled across his face. Lana’s voice came once more before she stepped through the doorway. “Know this. A Nightveil is present.”

“He’s the laughingstock of his pack now.” My father looked at me for a long moment, then sat back down. After a while, he said, very quietly and very firmly, “No one will ever treat you that way again.” Then he met my eyes. “You are the daughter of the Northern Direwolf Dominion.” “Anyone who comes for you comes for all of us.” I nodded, and tears filled my eyes again. But these were not the tears I had cried in Blackthorn. These came from relief. From being wanted. From finally knowing I belonged somewhere.

I exclaimed. “That’s so many balloons!” Lila replied, her excitement for the amusement park returning full force. She snuggled into me then, and we kept quiet as the ferris wheel slowly brought us back to Earth. I lay my head gently on top of hers, allowing my mind to drift wherever my thoughts decided to go. And I couldn’t help but think about what the ticket taker had said, about the fact that two humans somehow had a werewolf daughter – and how that daughter looked so much like Alpha Dominic Blackwood.

I said, keeping my tone perfectly neutral, the wolf's discipline holding the line. Julian smiled, a genuine, cold flash of triumph crossing his face. “Of course, he is. He always protects the company. But who is protecting you, Logan? Your sister is terrified. She called me, Logan, asking for help, asking about the files your father held. She said she felt unsafe, and that’s when I realized the danger. He’s not just using you; he’s compromised your entire family in his war. You should be angry, Logan. You should be furious that your health and your name are collateral damage in his corporate game.”

I added, my voice dropping, “if there’s even a chance they’re mine, I need to know. I owe myself that much… and I owe them more.” He sighed softly. “You’re not thinking like an Alpha right now.” “I’m thinking like a man who might be a father.” “…Alright,” Logan finally said. “I’ll book it. First class. Earliest flight.” “Good.” “I’ll send you the details as soon as it’s confirmed,” he uttered. “Okay, thank you, Logan,” I replied, about to end the call when his voice broke through again. “Alpha! A girl came in yesterday. She is the Alpha’s daughter of Silvermoon Pack.”